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(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved When a tapestry is finished, the design may not be evident until it’s removed from the loom, blocked and then hung up. This is true for the story as well. Almost all the threads have been tied off and allowed to form part of the design. […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved Dear Julian, It’s been a while since we wrote. I can remember the date but I’d rather not. What I want to do is apologize and explain and say things I never dared to tell you. I don’t know where you are, except in my heart, […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved Julian stood under the shower’s hot water, wishing he could feel more awake, or more alive or more something. He suspected he was about to slide into a depression and wondered if he could call the psychiatrist who’d treated him a few years before. Sometimes the […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved The bedroom door was shut, the curtains drawn against the damp and chilly afternoon and the radio was on. Lacking a nighttable with a lamp of any size, Grace had left the overhead light on. She and Julian lay naked on the bed, exchanging comments once […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved And there he was, in her bedroom door, lecturing her. She sat on her bed, looking up at him, her hands in her lap, listening to every word. She felt guilty and scared and fascinated because, along with the anger in his voice, she could hear […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved When Emma came back to the tiny apartment that night, she was tense and maybe a little angry. Grace thought that her classes at the Colombo were made up of idiots or maybe it had been difficult to find a taxi to get home. She waited […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved Phoenix, Dec. 31, 1977 Hyatt House Dear Beca– And a very Happy New Year to you and your family!!!!!! Hope 1978 is marvellous for you! As you can see, I’m not home celebrating. What you can’t see is that I’m not alone. And it’s around 9 […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved For the rest of his life, whenever Julian heard Queen, the first memory would be driving through the foothills in northern Tucson at night with Grace, her favorite 8-track of the British group playing almost too loudly on the car’s built-in tape deck. Not only did she […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved Popayán 1978 A year ago, more or less, we were in Mexico. We found a little town somewhere above Mazatlán and a small hotel created out of a former convent. I didn’t take a lot of pictures, but the ones I got, and that I really […]

(C) 2011 by Metta Anderson – All Rights Reserved The whole Arizona thing was worse than he expected. He’d called Grace from Germany in February and tried to talk her out of leaving Colombia. He couldn’t imagine what she thought she’d do there, after all the time she’d lived in Bogotá. Even though Julian had gone […]